The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

All of Arnold's resentment had flown right out the window the moment he saw Asher.

Asher said, "You must've been worn out over the past few days. You haven't eaten yet, right?"

He lifted the plastic bag in his hand, waving it in front of Arnold. "I remember you saying you don't eat carbs, but if you're feeling pressured or exhausted, you would reward yourself with some fried chicken. I bought fried chicken for you. I'm not sure which flavor you like, so I bought a few."

Arnold's throat bobbed, salivating with anticipation.

In the end, he still let the man in.

However, Arnold maintained a little of his pride and gave Asher a cold face, sitting on the chair indifferently as he tried hard not to look at the handsome man.

"As a doctor, saving lives is my duty. Even if it's not Chairman Thompson, I'll still do my best. You don't need to be so polite."

"Are you mad?" Ignoring his indifference, Asher asked softly instead.

Arnold's eyelashes fluttered. "Who... Who's mad?"

mad, why are you

knots, his face flushed, and he subconsciously glanced at the mirror

the reflection, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes and nose were red,

took out the fried chicken from the plastic bag and opened the boxes, placing them in front of Arnold. He had even prepared

was hoarse, carrying a hint of

heart skipped a beat, and he met Asher's

"It's just that my family is here, and my father is sick. I am the eldest son. I have to take care of my father, comfort my family, and still make time to go

nose tingled again. He quickly grabbed a fried chicken and

he stared at him.

bring ketchup next time. My favorite is still the original flavor dipped in

gnawed on a drumstick while sizing him up, his lips curling in a

"Yes." Asher nodded seriously.

him, his pretty face magnifying in Asher's eyes. "Then do you like the suit more

His dark eyes glinted with charm, drawing Arnold in without his realization.